7 January 2013
Answers were hard to come by, when we asked for another, another soul to fry.
At the brink of an instant, In an ocean so vast and deep, Thoughts would turn to ashes, And ashes turned and lit the trail.
Few of us were ready for it, when finally it hit, so hard and yet soft like spit.
At the beginning of the end, silently the glass shard exploded, tiny pieces puncturing the darkness, through which we all fell.
After a while the sky gave, and all but two flowers were sliced by the massive water hitting the ground.
After a while the high tale, the all but immortal knight of the light was fiercely struck to the ground.
Answers were hard to come by, when we went for another, in another world he had to die.
In the blink of an eye, In an open collar all too steep, Lovers were burned to ashes, And ashes turned and lit the trail.
None of us were ready for it, When finally it struck, so strong death pulls us to the pit.
At the beginning of the end, silently the glass shard exploded, tiny pieces puncturing the darkness, through which we all fell.
A young boy loved by all, so young, so far he could have gotten. A life was lost, never to be recovered, and never to be forgotten.
Days Of Darkness • Opuss № I